Not many a time comes these few moments
When all seem gleeful and bright
When merriment becomes our sole delight
These scarce seasons wholly make our best times.
Not many a time have we much tenderness
Forgetting all that made us different
Sharing amidst ourselves the greatest gift
LOVE, which is all that made our kind humans.
Not many a time have we been full of life
Feasting amidst folks, with our being made worthy
Not many a time have we been so happy
’cause we choose to ignore all that made us sad.
Not many a time have we the perfect excuse
To embrace joy; to live! And not just survive.
OLA OGUN
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